Disclaimer: Owned by a ton of people who are not me, including (but not limited to) Bob Kane.
Reviews welcome- always make me super happy. This could remain a oneshot or I could create a whole story around it, so let me know if you'd have any interest in reading more.
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She knew her boyfriend was the Batman. There was no doubt in her mind that she was spending her life with Gotham's Dark Knight- there was no other explanation. He would disappear some nights, and come back weak and often with injuries he would never explain to her. The papers the next day would always report how the Batman had stopped some criminal and was saving the city, one mobster at a time. She would feel a swell of pride and look up at him, expecting him to tell her of his work the night before, but he would just calmly sip his coffee and look anywhere but the newspaper.
Sometimes it was difficult, the wondering if he would be alright, or if she would need to face some villain herself when they came looking for retribution, but she loved him dearly, and was not about to let his work as a vigilante come between them. He would go in to work sometimes, just to make sure everything was running smoothly, but in general stayed at home- Lord knew they had enough money that he didn't exactly need to slave to make a living.
She'd had a long day at work and was looking forward to just getting home and relaxing, and was glad to find him sitting on the couch reading. She slipped up behind him and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, and he turned to face her, meeting her eyes in a way that told her everything she needed to know about his feelings for her.
"Sweetheart, I have to go out for a little, but I should be home before midnight, okay? Love you." He stood up and headed for the door, grabbing his briefcase on the way out. She hoped everything was alright and that there wouldn't be someone who had found some way to bring down the Batman. She tried not to think about it and just watched TV, but found herself putting on a news channel after a few hours, just to see what was going on and maybe get some news as to whether he was okay. Her heart raced as Mike Engel talked about the Batman interrupting a meeting between someone calling himself the Scarecrow and a group of Carmine Falcone's thugs. She was relieved when he mentioned that the Batman had not been apprehended, and that the police had only captured a few petty muscle men. She turned off the TV and waited in silence for his return.
Soon enough, the door opened and he came in. He looked exhausted and briefly asked why she was still up before going into their room, getting changed and climbing into bed. She curled up beside him, laying her head on his chest and trying not to let him see her checking him for injuries.
"Goodnight, honey." He already sounded half asleep.
"Goodnight, Jon." She closed her eyes, satisfied that he was alright. Her lover, respected psychiatrist, college professor, Batman. She was amazed that Jonathan Crane could fit so many identities into one life. And she loved him for it.
